Pieces of a Dead Man

I've written often about feeling like there's nothing left of me.... but that's not true. The more I learn about myself, the stronger I become and the bigger I become. What I struggle with is letting go of the pieces of the old man inside me. He lived, and he died when God showed up. His legacy is fear, pride, and insecurity.

Why is it so hard to give up the last few pieces of that dead man? I don't want them.... but those insecurities are still there. I'm facing them daily, and they'll have to go for me to move forward. It feels like I'm trying to rip those last few pieces of flesh off my bones. The pain is deep, and it's not preventable.

I look forward in great hope to the day when I wake up with the old man inside me finally dead. My hope is in the day I wake up to the limitless possibilities of a life lived with a boldness I own.